About 6 years ago my husband and I got married. We had everything we wanted, except for a baby. So we began trying right away, after over a year without results I cried out to God asking WHY we weren't being blessed with the very thing we wanted most, I spent evenings in the bathtub crying and feeling like I was failing my husband, and then I heard God tell me I had to lose weight. So it was then that I started my weight loss adventure, over the course of about 6 months I managed to lose 40+lbs and before I knew it I saw those 2 little pink lines that I had been longing for.
My precious gift from God will be 4 in March, and here I sit weighing more then I did when I was 9 months pregnant. Inching closer and closer to 300lbs with every passing day. A couple months ago my husband and I were talking and he let me know that he feels ready for another baby, and my heart sank. At that moment I felt like a failure, knowing that chances are I would have trouble conciving, and in turn letting my husband down once again.
That brings me to now. This game. For me it's more then a game, it's a chance to create a new life for myself and my family, a new beginning.